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Samson nodded understandingly, appreciating the bond and gratitude Orme felt towards Ciela. "It sounds like she's been a guiding force for you, providing support and guidance when you need it most," he replied, acknowledging the importance of mentors and allies in navigating life's challenges. "It's clear you value her wisdom and guidance greatly. It's a testament to the bond you share."

She nods and smiles. And then she notices that the Keeper put a smoothie on the table for her. It takes everything in her to not devour it, but she does keep some form of decorum. So Orme grabs it and sips on it.

Samson observes curiously as Orme sipped on the smoothie, his brow furrowing slightly with intrigue. He has never encountered such a concoction before, its vibrant colors and refreshing appearance piquing his interest. "What manner of drink is that?" he asks, his voice tinged with curiosity. "It looks... different from anything I've seen."

"It's called a smoothie. It's basically when you puree fruits together to make a drink. This one..." she probes the smoothie with her antennae for a second. "This one has strawberries, cherries, bananas and apples... and a little honey. I heard you can put things like chocolate but... I can't eat that. It sounds good though!" Orme sips some more before dropping more information about herself and her kind. "I cannot eat solid food since I don't have teeth like you do. So I can only have liquids. Smoothies are a great way for me to eat this stuff."

Samson listened attentively, nodding as Orme explained the concept of a smoothie and its ingredients. The idea of blending fruits into a drink intrigued him, a stark contrast to the hearty meals and simple fare he was accustomed to. "A drink that sustains you without solid food," he mused thoughtfully, contemplating the practicality of such a diet for someone like Orme. "Your kind must have devised many ingenious ways to thrive in your world."

He leaned in slightly, his blue eyes reflecting genuine interest. "Tell me more about your kind, the Emerald Jewel Wasps. How do you navigate your world, beyond the tasks of leadership and diplomacy?"

"It is... not at all like how people picture wasps to be. I'm sure someone you know has slandered or cursed wasps? Well, we are actually very different than you'd expect. The ones you know are eusocial but my species is solitary. So us having coalitions may seem odd. But it's served us well. We are hunters and gatherers where we adults thrive with fruits and nectar, but our children- or larvae- can only eat meat. And.. that's where we get our infamous reputation from sadly. We have to hunt to sustain for them... which has caused many to hate us." She looks discouraged by that... as if that is a large part of why she runs a coalition, and not a united kingdom or village.

Artemis peeks in the door and lets out a sound of astonishment at the view of the cosmos, their ears twist back and they look almost afraid. Looking around some more they see two others talking, this seems to scare them more and they pull back into the door frame, almost hiding themself completely. Without coming in the door they look back to the cosmos and stare with a worshipful look.

The Keeper hears the little sound of the door. And while her creation and her other guest speak to one another, she takes hold of the door handle very gently and opens it. There she finds Artemis. And despite her face being hidden behind a halo over her eyes, her smile is unmistakable. “Good afternoon. Do not be afraid, this is a place of tranquility and wonder. Here, it is very cold out today. Come, cozy up by the fire and I will get you something to eat.” She motions to a couch closer to the warm hearth of the fire.

Artemis pads in almost silently. Their eyes flicker once towards The Keeper before looking down to the floor in deference. They pad toward the hearth and couch where Ciela motioned. When they sit down, being extremely careful to not burn anything with their tail, they look back towards the cosmos, a question seems to be forming on their lips.

The Keeper, Ciela, brings over some freshly baked confections for her new guest. Macarons, cookies, cupcakes, flat breads, tea sandwiches. Whatever Artemis delights to indulge on is theirs to take. "Eat as much as you enjoy. And there are many blankets you can use if you wish. She does notice the look Artemis' face. One of inquisitiveness. "You seem to have a question on your mind. Pray tell.

Artemis cocked their head at the treats The Keeper brought over and inhaled the aromas for a second before choosing a small tuna salad tea sandwich, carefully taking a small bite, chewing, and swallowing before almost silently breathing their question out. "Do you truly know everything?" The tip of their tail flicked slightly in anticipation of the answer.

The Keeper seems taken aback by the question. For merely a second. But then she giggles into her hand. “If I did, I am sure I would be insane! No, I do not know everything… in this world anyway. In the world I have created? Then yes, I do. But not in our own natural world.

Artemis giggles as well, they are blushing in embarrassment but it is hidden by their fur. Still quiet, but slightly more audibly they reply, "That makes sense I suppose", they look up at the cosmos again before continuing, "How did you come to live in this beautiful place?"

“I found it when I was rather small. I was exploring outside while playing. And then I found this place. I decided to make it my own and the rest is history.” She smiles brightly.

"I see! If I found a place like this I would definitely want to live there forever!" Artemis has perked up, their ears are relaxed and their eyes are sparkling, they seem to be much more comfortable. "You mentioned a world you have created? What is it like there?"

“Allow me to show you instead.” She goes to her telescope. But as she does so she does make a slight gesture to the insectoid lady speaking to another guest. “She is but a small taste of the world I have made. Allow me to show you some more.” She aims the telescope at a white planet with waters and deep clouds. And soon magical stardust comes from the planet and to the telescope. And upon this happening, a vision of a vibrant fantasy world is shown. One where plants stand on roots and add color to their surroundings. Where the misunderstood species of arthropods nurture the planet with pollination, defense and symbiosis. Where humans are graced with magic to protect those around them and build dominating kingdoms across the whole scape. And where Fae decorate the forests with pixie dust and add rich tales and wisdom to all who encounter them. A place of magic, fantasy, but also deep conflict and war. Love and disputes. Both divine magic and dark powers. And several figures stand above all others as legends. Both fairytales of beautiful moths and cursed sirens. And historical stories such as a wasp that slayed a dark goddess, a brave human prince that brought his domain to utopian times, and a band of misfits of all the races of this universe coming together to vanquish the rest of the world’s grief and despair. And at the center of it all is a white butterfly goddess who- like jee creator- wears a veil to conceal her eyes. And she rules this world with both benevolence and malevolence. A mixture that keeps the balance in check. All until the Keeper decides only light will win. This world, is Shayla.

As he was still traveling and desesperatly needed a place to stay, he ended in this world by accident, it’s not simple to know which realm is which, and even if he is one of the most guardians (or sole guardian as of now)..

He found nobody that were trully nice, he was being hungry and frustrated, after he let out a sigh, he knocked on the door of that observatory.

"Hello? Anyone can help a poor guardian who is starving, please?"

The Keeper hears the door despite the chatter from her other guests. She swifts walks, or more of floats, to the door with graceful haste. And she opens it. "Good evening, my dear. Oh! You seem so downtrot. Here, come inside and warm yourself by the fire. There should still be plenty of treats for you to eat. And there are others here as well if you are feeling social." Her smiles is warm towards Peewit. "I am The Keeper, so if you need anything, I am the one who will assist you."

He ran fastly to the fire place and started to feel a bit better, but what she said earlier, proposing her help, that touched him way too much as he started sobbing.

"T-thank you, your m-m-majesty of the skies.."

He sniffled and sighed.

"All i met are the worst kinds of people, 'funny' way to treat the grand Peewit himself! Sheesh.. Tell me that not everyone are that stupid, or.. Corrupted."

He looked at her.

"The animals of some forest helped me, but still.. I’m.. Worried for them, people are evil.. They hunt, again and again, and then, no animals.. Could you imagine the horror? I can."

Upon speaking of the animals, The Keeper turns her veiled eyes to her more animal-like guests. Those of which she herself created. "I understand that concern clear as day. We simply do what we can, what we are allowed to do." She pours him some tea and refills the treat tower with new scones, cookies and muffins. "I am sure they are thankful all the same. And for how people can be... I understand that fully. My children and I have faced similar many a time. And while it is discouraging, we simply must move forward. Because there are truly kindhearted people in this world, and others. We simply have to look for them. She smiles in a nurturing manner.